"You- your what?" he asked in astonishment.

" Pregnant Marshall, I'm pregnant. The thought of it right now. I love you, I do Marshall, and I always will, but I don't know if I'm ready to help you raise three grown kids. I guess what I am trying to say is I don't think I will be a good mother to them," she sighed. The crying had stopped, but she was still upset.

" Of course you will be a good mother Lily I don't doubt that for a second. Your my everything Lily Aldrin and I know that if we put our heads together we can raise these children. I have missed years of their lives and I want to make it up to them, but I need your help. I can't do this alone."

Meanwhile in the living room...

" So uh what's your names," Ted asked.

The eldest girl looked at the floor and spoke in a quiet voice, " T-Tara"

" Tara, that's a pretty name, how old are you Tara?" Robin asked.

" Eleven, I'll be twelve in June," she said shyly.

Next was the boy's turn. " I'm Jackson. You can call me Jack or Jay. I just turned Eight."

" Eight huh. Cool. What's your name," He sweetly asked the smallest one.

" Emi I-I mean Emiline." She said quickly correcting herself.

" Well I'm Ted and that woman over there is Robin. Pretty isn't she." This got a laugh out of the girl.

"That's good, trying to butter up the pretty lady using a cute innocent four-year-old I see how it is Mosby," as she said this Marshall and Lily reentered the room.

" Okay so me and Lily need to go to the hospital for... something we figured you guys should come along. We can get you checked out and make sure everything's alright. So, uh just leave your stuff here and we'll go then," Marshall said opening the door. He put the stuff they had left in the hall in the house and started down the stairs.

The kids did as they were asked and followed him out the door and to their car. Lily got in the front and the kids piled in the back and they were off. There was a long silence until Lily finally spoke up.

" So um where are you from."

" I was born in Saint cloud, well that's what my mom told me, but we moved around a lot. We spent a lot of time at my grandparents house until Janice got pregnant with Jay and then we moved to New Jersey. We spent a good deal of time there, but when Janice's boyfriend kinda forcefully made her do something and got her pregnant we moved to the Bronx. We never lived in a place for more than 3 years," She finished up her story only to find that Emi had fallen asleep.

" I couldn't help, but notice you calling her Janice, you don't call her mom?" Marshall asked.

" I do, but Tara never did. To this day she won't tell me why," Jay said glaring at his sister.

" Maybe when your old enough to understand that mom wasn't as good of a person as you thought. She didn't deserve to be called that from me. Not after what she did," she said sadly.

Lily and Marshall could both tell that there were some things that Tara had been through that she didn't want to talk about. They shared a look before deciding to change the subject.

" So, I noticed you had a guitar do you play?" Lily asked.

" Yeah I started taking lessons about 4 years ago, but I like the piano better," Tara said.

" Oh really how long have you been playing?" Marshall added obviously interested since him and his daughter both share a musical interest.

" Since I was about five. Janice put me in lessons so I would have somewhere to go after school, so she wouldn't have to leave work early to pick me up, but I really liked it. My grandparents bout me a keyboard when I was nine, but we had to sell it when Janice got sick. She spent most of her days in the hospital. For two years she was in and out until she finally gave up and excepted she was going to die," Tara sighed.

" We don't talk about it in front of Emi because we don't want her to know. She was to young to remember why our mom was in the hospital and Tara always told me that was for the best. Our mom had never really been our mom. She used to take this medicine that made her act all weird and she used to throw things, but it was worse for Tara," the young boy said looking with concerning eyes at his older sister. " You always protected us. You tried to get her to stop, but she wouldn't. Every time I would ask you would either ignore me or you would change the subject. She hit you didn't she. When you sent us to our rooms when she would throw stuff. You had bruises on your face. You thought I didn't notice, but I knew. She would hit you when you yelled at each other," Jackson said only to be stopped by Tara.

By this time everyone in the car had tears in there eyes except for Emiline who was sleeping. Completely oblivious to what was going on.

" That's enough Jack," she said as the tears she so desperately tried to hold back started to trickle down her face.

" No your only saying that 'cause you know I'm right, but you won't admit it," he said.

" I said that's enough," she said with a hint of anger in her voice, " I don't want to talk about it." she cried looking away from her brother and down at Emiline. She looked so at peace.

" You can't keep lying to me, to us. We deserve to know," Jack said.

" If I promise to tell you later today when we are not in a car and we can all sit down and talk about this will you please just stop, please jack for once will you just stop talking," she pleaded.

He looked at his sister then at Lily who was staring at the two of them. He nodded his head and looked out the window as they pulled into the driveway of the hospital.

I hoped you enjoyed and the next chapter will be up soon! Tell me what you think!

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